mr. abernathy, let me say another thing. this book is aimed. it is the loyal critique, and inside critique of the ngos, the un, the development. it's not a the savage critique. how can we do better? >> a a pound gorilla in the room is the fact that if organized correctly these could be much more effective. so they are doing amazing stuff. gasol with my own to my spirit amazing stuff, but imagine what they could be doing if there were coordinated. >> but in general to the many church related his promise of a gun related to moscow related, of religion related groups, what would be your message? >> my message would be, you know, although your mission is may be different from the public education, public health, and i'm talking about those two areas largely. we have to talk about agriculture and food security, even though your mission is different to midget can be complementary to the goals of the public-health and the public education and public water system. let me put it even more, with more humility. don't forget. cholera, because he was there,

mr. shuttlesworth was the last surviving member of the big three. he's seen here, sitting here between dr. martin luther king jr. and the reverend ralph abernathy. they were the three founders at the southern leadership conference in the 1950s. mr. shuttlesworth was a godly and devout man of faith who trained for the ministry, but also braved beatings, bombings, and fire hosings in order to advance the cause of equality. on christmas day itself in 1956, somebody placed 15 sticks of dynamite outside the parsonage where he lived. the explosion destroyed his humble home, but he survived. a year later, in 1957, he and his wife took their daughters to enroll in an all-white school in birmingham. but as they arrived, they were met with men carrying chains, brass knuckles, and baseball bats. his wife, ruby, was stabbed in the head. he was beaten unconscious. mr. shuttlesworth once said from the pulpit, i'm answerable to

abernathy's murderer. hill's confessed? hill didn't kill her. i don't understand. do you want to tell him about it, mr. clearwater? you're not serious. this is our chief. i've known this man my whole life. he'd never harm anyone. but you did harm someone, didn't you? you make a mistake, then you spend every waking hour tracing back all the decisions that got you there. but why, james? because it had to stop. you're running this tribe like it was a corporation. we have a responsibility to do what's best. best? best for who? who are you to decide that a person's heritage wasn't his own? until that casino was built, we were all one people. no one cared how far back a bloodline went. only that skull holds a truth that even you're afraid of. and knowing i have it... well, suddenly that forces you to stop. where is the skull? it's at rest. in a place known only to myself. for now. david: james clearwater, you are under arrest for the murder of jennifer abernathy. this way. it's sure ironic, isn't it, that an ancient skull could have such significance for people today. that a man could matter so much to so many. what abo